At the entrance of Watson tribe's territory, a large number of orcs and females had already gathered. Chief Ge Xing had been carried out by Ge Tai and seated on a sun-warmed stone, where he comfortably squinted his eyes and dozed off.
Naima spread a thin strip of beast skin over his legs, craned her neck to look at the edge of the dense forest, and turned to ask Ge Tai, "They're not here yet?"
Ge Tai helplessly shook his head. That was the fifth time Naima asked him the same question in a short while.
Suddenly, an orc murmured in a low voice, "They're here."
Everyone held their breath and looked. Sure enough, a group of unfamiliar orcs led by a slightly effeminate snake orc was approaching them.
Stopping about fifty meters away from the entrance, a young orc with a flurry of blue-black hair behind him, a clean white face, and an air of high status in the Tumang tribe walked forward. His appearance made the young females remaining in the tribe dazzle in anticipation.
